Ramsey
I waited at the foot of the stairs, watching as Lyla descended. One look at her face told me she hadn't slept well despite going to bed on time yesterday. Her eyes were tired, and her movements lacked their usual grace.
"You look tired. Are you alright?" I asked, looking at her with concern. Should I call a healer?"
"No, I'm fine," she replied, yawning. "Just tired. I guess I didn't sleep as much as I wanted."
That surprised me because she had slept so well that she was still asleep when I left the bedroom this morning.
"Do you need to rest more? I can escort you back to the bedroom?"
"No!" she yawned without covering her mouth. "Sorry, dear. Don't worry; I'll be fine, and I'm hungry. In your text, you said it's important we all eat breakfast together this morning."
